Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Being Seen

if I were you I would not be me
or sorry take your pick are you
I must hope not because I care

if you were me what would you
say to another hand of solitaire
cinnamon toast a glass of milk

you are my hope immortal all
that matters to me everything
I am depends upon your eyes

being that means being seen
otherwise the room is empty

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